Here’s a genuinely weird twist on the usually neglected state of horror movies, particularly zombie flicks. The J. Michael Straczynski script for Brad Pitt’s Plan B production company has been in limbo for some time and I was pretty certain that this movie would never be made. Looks like I was wrong.
Variety reports that the adaptation of Max Brooks’ stellar “oral history” of a global zombie outbreak has signed a director. A good one, at that. Marc Forster, director of Finding Neverland, Monster’s Ball and most recently, the latest Bond flick, Quantum of Solace, has been signed to direct.
It’s important that World War Z get a quality production crew behind it. Where the zombie movies of the last decade have been lacking the impact of the films from the height of the concept, Zombie fiction has been taking flight, going in unique directions that manage to avoid the gun fantasy that most contemporary zombie movies become. If you haven’t read it, you really should at this point. World War Z is a hybrid between your typical novel and a short story anthology. One world, one continuity, short stories taking place in that continuity. It’s an anthology of survivor tales from all over the world as Zombies become a real problem. It’s a remarkably grim and straight faced protrayal of the end of the world.
Where before I was pretty tired of zombie movies, I’m pretty pumped about this news. If there is one adaptation I want to see and see done right, it’s this baby.
Hollywood, we need to talk. I know that you’re having difficulties in the creativity department lately what with all these comic book adaptations and remakes of old horror movies, but this has got to stop. You’ve gone too far this time. Consider this your intervention.
Let me tell you something. We love Rhode Island filmmakers up in the place and when writer/director Tony Nunes hit me up with the link to his Zombie Allegiance trailer, all he had to do was drop the name Richard Griffin, who is director of photography on this flick to generate a little Cinema Suicide interest. Back when we first started covering Beyond The Dunwich Horror, news came down that Griffin was contributing to this piece as well, a post-nuke zombie movie with the proper dose of Romero style social criticism.
Look, I know some of you reading this are in Israel and The UK but for those of you reading this in the United States, get off your ass and get out to the polls. Vote. Now. It is absolutely vital that you do this. Not registered? Check your local laws and see how it goes down but right here in New Hampshire you can just show up, register and then get in line to cast your vote.
I have a lot of fond memories surrounding Mystery Science Theater 3000. By the time that I caught up to it, it was airing nightly at midnight on Comedy Central, which seems only appropriate since the entire affair had that sort of vibe going on. They really communicated the psychotronic concept and the lunacy on display in any given episode was what you would expect from a midnight movie. The idea was so fresh and entertaining, too. Elvira and Joe Bob Briggs had made entire careers out of bagging on awful movies but none so robust as the Best Brains gang. So it was with a heavy heart that I watched the show slowly come to a halt in its latter days on Sci-Fi, a network that didn’t really seem to get it. The impression that I was left with was that the people in charge of the show at Sci-Fi were the kind of people who didn’t get the joke. “How am I supposed to hear what’s going with these guys cracking wise over the soundtrack and what’s more, they’re blocking the lower part of the screen! This is absurd! Shuffle them around the schedule until the fans go away and we can legitimately stop paying for this nonsense. We need money for more episodes of Stargate!”


